This was one of those... those delightful stumble-across-books that drill under your skin when you're not busy aching and loving and dying and breathing to the last kiss and the last lip sucked slow into your mouth like a sliver of plump fruit perfection only borrowed from the Other defining kindness because it was the all and only left in the darkness not our own with which to begin our plodding stride out all the ash, a constant companion to our blind and callused heels forever trying to measure the breadth of the horizon, and always failing with little, or no regard, to accuracy.
Flash fiction is an unusual creature, and being able to observe so many of them in their natural habitat is enough to make many shivers chase one another up and down the boney knobs at our backs.
I had a running tally of my holy-fuck did-that-just-happen found-at-the-end stories, but I'm reluctant to share them. The very first one, "Brilliant Silence" by Spencer Holst never faded, perhaps because of all those bears... or the amplified moon... or the silence.
I was pushing flash fiction on my husband the other day and told him I'd look through this book and put a post-it on my favorites. Turns out I would have run out of post-its.
This is a great collection for beginning writers and teachers of writing. All the elements of fiction writing are here like examples. Sexual Tension with humor? Read True Love. Dialogue rich with subtext? Blackberries. The Appalachian Trail. How to incite fear, nervousness, a sense of dread in your reader? The Cage. Love, without being clichéd? Burlington Northern, Southbound. Strong imagery? Brilliant Silence (also oddly eerie and creepy), and From the Floodlands. Lyricism? The Parents. And for pure cleverness and humor, Continuity of Parks. I Get Smart. This is a great set of stories.